If We Just Leave Those Battlezones Alone

Consumed with you,
But not a dressed confection.
A naturalness my taste selects.
I am not one who seeks perfection.
Nor expect you to pass a preference test.

The reason I adore you,
Is because you are complex.
And simple basicness will not please,
Your or my interests to fulfill...
An expectation of happiness.

You and I booted normality.
And scooted from boozed up realities.
With more to enjoy than anatomy.
Or discuss the isn'ts of what should be...
In a world few live with priorities.
And no adventure,
Or discovery.

There's more to seek than just enemies.
With limited wishes to cheer their defeat.

You and I know there's a destiny...
If we just leave,
Those battlezones alone.

You and I booted normality.
And scooted from boozed up realities.
There's more to seek than just enemies.
With limited wishes to cheer their defeat.
If we just leave,
Those battlezones alone.

You and I know there's a destiny...
If we just leave,
Those battlezones...
Alone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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